And i realize how time has just slipped away from me. MM emails me last week and is like "dude....are you dead? Did aliens kidnap you? Does Belldozer have you tied up in his basement in a gimp costume?".
In reality, right around thanksgiving, my life went rip sh!t riot busy. I've got work stuff pouring out of every orifice and I'm being pulled in more directions than a serial masturbating epileptic.
For those of you following my stupid tweeter thing, you know i have a new bidness partner. He's really tall and fairly famous and I will be flying to and from exotic locales such as (but not limited to) Angola, Congo, Gabon, Cameroon, and the ever popular Nigeria. I spent my Xmas in Brussels because, fvck you hot weather during Xmas in Texas.
My last two months have pretty much been- wake up at 4am, do conference calls with guys name Walaka, Mbinda, and Carlos (hes half Portuguese) then calling my business partner in Atlanta and updating him. Then spending the next 8 hours coordinating the movements of crap from the Houston port to whatever exotic west african port it must be delivered to. At some point i go to the gym, come home, take a dump and go straight to bed. Sounds fun right?
So I'm dropping a deuce this morning, and i realize I haven't talked to any of you tards since turkey day. How time flies...amiright?
Errbody knows who I wanted to be our next head coach aaaaaand we didn't even bother to ask him. Why go after hardened coaches with long track records who are proven winners with skins on the wall-- when we can get the flavor of the month?
At first I got pissed, then I got furious, then i git livid-- then as the days past, I realized something: we aren't the hot sh!t, big swinging d!ck university that we used to be. Yes, we are a blue blood, yes we've got nice facilities (others have passed us up) ya we seat 105k at our stadium, but we aren't as shiny as we used to be. Need proof, just look no further than Nebraska. Blue blood, new conference, but an "also ran" right now. Look at aggy, same scenario. Money whipping works sometimes, but not always.
What will we look like next year? I have no fvcking clue. I know recruits aren't pissing themselves to sign here so far. We lost arguably the best rb in college football, we've got some crybabies on the roster- a qb that still can't throw a deep out route- an OC that comes from Nebraska (the last one worked out so well) and a head coach who likes a dual threat kid at qb, and we got no dual threat qb.
So, all in all, I'm Mr. Sunshine on my fvcking shoulder right now-- farting rainbows and drinking frosty mugs filled with unicorn piss.
Before you ask, i do not know if i will be able to make spring practice tbis year. My aforementioned schedule is pretty fvcking insane, even by my standards, and getting to a practice may be virtually impossible if I'm stuck in meetings somewhere in South Sudan. Ya, I said it-- SOUTH Sudan..... because fvck that North Sudan bullsh!t-- those guys are haters!
The clob wagon will be rolling through a town near you soon. Next tour stop is Houston to meet with some "british" dudes. I'll post a tweeter pic for you guys.
Later bros! I promise to make time for you. Not enough time for something like a pickle tickle-- but maybe enough for a donkey punch.
Comin in hot!
Hook'em
In reality, right around thanksgiving, my life went rip sh!t riot busy. I've got work stuff pouring out of every orifice and I'm being pulled in more directions than a serial masturbating epileptic.
For those of you following my stupid tweeter thing, you know i have a new bidness partner. He's really tall and fairly famous and I will be flying to and from exotic locales such as (but not limited to) Angola, Congo, Gabon, Cameroon, and the ever popular Nigeria. I spent my Xmas in Brussels because, fvck you hot weather during Xmas in Texas.
My last two months have pretty much been- wake up at 4am, do conference calls with guys name Walaka, Mbinda, and Carlos (hes half Portuguese) then calling my business partner in Atlanta and updating him. Then spending the next 8 hours coordinating the movements of crap from the Houston port to whatever exotic west african port it must be delivered to. At some point i go to the gym, come home, take a dump and go straight to bed. Sounds fun right?
So I'm dropping a deuce this morning, and i realize I haven't talked to any of you tards since turkey day. How time flies...amiright?
Errbody knows who I wanted to be our next head coach aaaaaand we didn't even bother to ask him. Why go after hardened coaches with long track records who are proven winners with skins on the wall-- when we can get the flavor of the month?
At first I got pissed, then I got furious, then i git livid-- then as the days past, I realized something: we aren't the hot sh!t, big swinging d!ck university that we used to be. Yes, we are a blue blood, yes we've got nice facilities (others have passed us up) ya we seat 105k at our stadium, but we aren't as shiny as we used to be. Need proof, just look no further than Nebraska. Blue blood, new conference, but an "also ran" right now. Look at aggy, same scenario. Money whipping works sometimes, but not always.
What will we look like next year? I have no fvcking clue. I know recruits aren't pissing themselves to sign here so far. We lost arguably the best rb in college football, we've got some crybabies on the roster- a qb that still can't throw a deep out route- an OC that comes from Nebraska (the last one worked out so well) and a head coach who likes a dual threat kid at qb, and we got no dual threat qb.
So, all in all, I'm Mr. Sunshine on my fvcking shoulder right now-- farting rainbows and drinking frosty mugs filled with unicorn piss.
Before you ask, i do not know if i will be able to make spring practice tbis year. My aforementioned schedule is pretty fvcking insane, even by my standards, and getting to a practice may be virtually impossible if I'm stuck in meetings somewhere in South Sudan. Ya, I said it-- SOUTH Sudan..... because fvck that North Sudan bullsh!t-- those guys are haters!
The clob wagon will be rolling through a town near you soon. Next tour stop is Houston to meet with some "british" dudes. I'll post a tweeter pic for you guys.
Later bros! I promise to make time for you. Not enough time for something like a pickle tickle-- but maybe enough for a donkey punch.
Comin in hot!
Hook'em
